Date: Wed, 06 Nov 2002 17:33:50 +0000
From: Jock Lover
Subject: Bellisari Serves His Sentence (M/M/M/M, Celebrity)
Note: The following story is fiction and is NOT intended to imply anything
about the true sexuality of any celebrities mentioned, nor any personal
knowledge about their private lives. Comments and constructive criticism
(and future story ideas) welcome!
BELLISARI SERVES HIS SENTENCE
by in2jocks@hotmail.com
Columbus, Ohio - January 11, 2002
When the lights went out at 10:00 pm, there was nothing else to do but
think. As he lay on his bunk in the Franklin County Minimum-Security
facility on the outskirts of the city, Steve Bellisari realized that the
last two months had not been the best in his life.
Having been caught driving with a .22 blood alcohol level was really stupid
- why hadn't he accepted one of the offers of a ride home his friends had
made that night? Then, the prosecutor, who was running for District
Attorney, had refused to dismiss the enhanced DUI charge, meaning Steve
could not qualify for a suspended sentence. So even when this weekend was
over, he would still have to complete the diversionary education and the
community service portions of his plea.
Far worse was the fact that Coach T. had not let him play in either the
Michigan game or in the Outback Bowl, meaning that Craig Krenzel had gotten
all the glory when it should have been HIM leading the Buckeyes on to
victory. And, not only had it put a damper on his family's Christmas
celebrations, none of the chicks who usually hit on him nonstop had wanted
anything to do with him. The Bellisari boner had not gotten any action
lately - now THAT was REALLY bad.
At least his lawyer had secured a private cell, due to Steve's high profile
and the non-violent nature of his offense. In fact, after a couple of hours
it became apparent that there were no other inmates in the facility. Of the
two guards that he had seen, the younger guy who had processed his paperwork
seemed to have left, leaving only a single, much older guard. And except for
checking the lock and marking a log sheet on a clipboard once an hour, the
old guy essentially ignored him.
Steve had been reading one of the three books he had been allowed to bring
with him before the lights went out. The room looked like a Motel 6 room -
only the open toilet and sink area gave away that it was a jail cell, but at
least there was a hospital-style pull-curtain that would provide SOME
privacy when he needed to use the bathroom. Although the bunk was really too
short for his tall jock frame, fatigue finally overtook him and he drifted
asleep, the paperback falling to the floor opposite the headboard.
Steve began to dream - oh man, this was sure a vivid one - he was in a fight
or something, he was struggling with someone really strong! Then he felt
moisture at his nose and mouth - then his muscles all seemed to
simultaneously relax at once, as he drifted ... out, completely out.
Slowly regaining consciousness, everything seemed pitch black. As his senses
slowly kicked in Steve realized that his wrists and ankles were tied -
fucking TIED to the bed. Was this still the dream? No, he was awake. As he
struggled fruitlessly, Steve further realized that a blindfold had been
placed over his head. This was quickly forgotten by Steve's sudden
realization that he was now nude - BUTT-NAKED - he always slept in his
boxers and a T-shirt, what had happened to them?
"G... Guard! ... Hey Mister... are you there?" Steve called out, still quite
groggy and of course unable to see.
"Hey look - DUI-boy is waking up" said someone - a guy with a loud voice
that sounded like someone his age - it definitely wasn't the old guard.
"God, doesn't he look pathetic" said another guy with a deeper voice" --
this voice actually sounded a little familiar, but he was still too out of
it to make any kind of recognition.
"Man, no wonder all the OSU gayboys complain that Columbus jocks were hung
like gnats - look at this puny thing" said a third voice as a hand touched
his penis and dark pubic bush.
Steve shuddered... OH FUCK NO --- FAGS!!!!!
"GUARD!!! GUARD !!!!! GET OVER HERE .... GUARD!!!!"
"Sorry, Stevie-boy....."
"What th' fuc ... who are you - you guys?" ...
"You'll find out soon enough, beer-breath" Steve heard the second
deep-voiced guy say.
"I don't know who you all are but there's gonna be hell to pay if you don't
....."
"If we don't WHAT, you pathetic jerk"......
"HEY, GUARDS"!!!
"Yell all you want, you fucked-up felon. The guards are gone"! the third
voice added with a laugh.
"GONE? What the fuck do you mean, they're gone"!?
"We found out that the old guy was retired, but came back to work to pay for
some medical treatment his wife needed - so we made him a deal ......"
"Deal - what kind of deal"....
"We went up to the office yesterday and prepaid all the bills, and in
return"...
"We have the keys and total privacy until Sunday night"! the
youngest-sounding voice said with note of triumph.
"BUT - but, the other guard" ....
"Nope - he left for a week's fishing vacation about two hours ago"
"So it looks like it's just you and your pathetic Buckeye butt and us ...."
"Huh - what do you mean, my Buckeye butt - and who the fuck are you guys,
anyway?"
"Let's put it this way, Stevie, we're here to repay you for some bad fuckin'
behavior that's a lot worse than your DUI misadventures."
"Yeah, for being a fuckup, on the field and off...."
"And most of all, for criticizing the maize and blue..."
"Wha ... no way ... dudes from U of M - no fuckin' WAY"!
"Yes WAY", you shithead" Steve heard one of the guys say as he felt the
blindfold being pulling off of his head. His eyes strained to adjust to the
sudden rush of brightness, and as he looked left to right he was shocked at
who he saw
Drew Henson - yeah, Henson, who had signed a huge contract to play baseball
with the Yankees..... goddman, Henson was a FAG ?????
"And meet my predecessor and successor at U of M..... I think you know Tom
and John....."
Bellisari's eyes widened with shock as he turned his head as far as the
restraints allowed to see the big muscular frames of Tom Brady and John
Navarre. The really unbelievable thing was that they were kissing each other
- deep - like a guy frenches a chick. All three of the Michigan dudes were
FAGS! QUEERS!
Steve couldn't help himself from looking further down, he - oh god look, Tom
and John were not only kissing, they had pulled each other's gym shorts
waistband down and were stroking each other's DICKS.... and fuck Steve knew
he wasn't a fag but he couldn't fuckin help but noticing how totally HUGE
all three of the Michigan guys' dicks were!
"Um, Tom and John, excuse me. I know you two haven't seen each other in a
few months but remember, we're here on a mission."
"Uh ,, oh sorry Drew .... it's just that Tommy is SO damn hot - can't keep
my hands off of the stud"....
"Hey I understand, John. I kind of like Tommy B myself - remember, it was
Mr. Patriot Star that popped my cherry.....
"Best cherry I ever popped, Navvie ...." Tommy smiled as he continued
stroking the 6'6 jock stud's immense pole.
"Drew got mine" John said to Tommy as Drew smiled, remembering that night,
when he shot about six or seven loads up the blond muscleboy's hole...
"Back to the Buckeye trash - our mission, Mr. DUI, which you have no choice
but to accept, is to demonstrate to you that unlike your self-centered, Mr.
Ego attitude, jocks should be like brothers, sticking up for one another -
not like you dissing your whole team".
"Yeah", John added, "Wolverine jocks are loyal and are always there for each
other. Like this ..... I know Tommy B likes to plow ass .... so why wouldn't
I want to give my big ass to him - it makes me happy to get my buddies off"
the big sophomore said as he reached down to grab his ankles ....."
"Look at this you selfish punk" Tommy said as he yanked his shorts down all
the way, letting his now-fully-erect boner bounce up and down. "My bud is
giving me his most treasured prize, his awesome jock ass. I don't even have
to ask".....
Drew reached down and lined Tommy's huge dickhead up so that it was directly
against Navarre's fuzzy blond pucker.
"Yeah look at that .... fuckin' jock love" Drew said as Tommy swiftly
entered John's superhot hole, hearing the big sophomore sigh loudly as the
6'6" muscleboy's ass walls completely encircled the taut skin of the NFL
MVP's jock pipe.
"And I'll take Johnny's huge shaft in my ass later - to make sure my
teammate is taken care of"...
"Think any of your teammates would do this for you, puke-breath" Tommy asked
as he probed deeper between his buddy's incredibly meaty jock buns. "They
all hate your guts because of your fuckin ego ..."
"What .. how do you know" ....
"We have our ways of knowing" said Drew as he moved up to Steve's torso ...
"well well well - what do we have here .... thought you were 100 percent
straight"....
"I ... I.... oh man I don't fuckin know .. why, but watching Tom and John
is" ....
"Say it, stupid .... quit being such an asshole and say what you mean ....."
"I .. OH FUCK IT ....... I'm afraid"......
"Afraid? Of what"?
"OH FUCK ..... I can't tell you"........
Drew moved his head down and took Bellisari's rising jock shaft into his
mouth and gave the Buckeye boy several strokes of his wet jock tongue and
lips. The Ohio boy's shaft, already aroused by the lewd jock sex, inflating
to its full length almost instantly....
"C'mon Stevie ...there's plenty more of head for you, jockboy, you know you
like it .....
"I .... I ... ok, goddammit, I admit it , I DO like it .. just PLEASE don't
stop Drew" .....
"Keep on talking and I'll keep on blowing ....."
"OK - OK - just please don't stop".....
Tom and John un-connected and moved over next to Drew. All three Wolverine
studs took turns stroking and playing with Steve's hefty, hairy jock nuts
and his erect, tube-shaped eight-incher as he talked.
"When I was a sophomore another guy competed with me for the starting job
his name was Austin Moherman , do you know who he is" ...
"Yeah you could say we remember him"
"Well, old man Cooper was having us compete for the job. We were about equal
in talent, but, the problem was, I started having these feelings"....
"What kind of feelings"?
"Austin was so tall and hot, a tall tanned California dude with a killer
smile; and he was real friendly and always fair as we were competing for the
starter's job".
"OK, so what happened?"
"I - I couldn't handle the feelings I was having towards him. I would get
hard when I saw him, and NO dude ever did that to me" I didn't know what to
do.
"So what then"?
'I - OK, I admit I was stupid - after Coach Cooper named Austin the starter,
I went to a party and got plastered at a party one night ....
"Gee, what a surprise - you getting drunk" .... "Ok, I admit, that was a
cheap shot ...."
"No - I deserve it! But the next day was when I did a bad fucking thing
..... Even though I was already hung over I drank even more, almost a fifth
of vodka, until I passed out. I had this weird dream where I was making out,
I thought it was a chick, but when I opened my eyes I was making out with
AUSTIN! My heart was beating so fast, I thought i was having a heart
attack". That's when I did it - without thinking, totally on the spur of the
moment I called Coach Cooper's phone, disguised my voice and left an
anonymous message on his recorder about Austin.
"What did you say in the message"?
"That Austin was taking steroids".
"Is that all you said - just one anonymous phone call"?
"It was enough - you have to remember what an old conservative fogey Cooper
was - he despised drugs of any kind. After that, Cooper really changed
towards Austin, and he put me in as the starter first chance he got. Cooper
made it so miserable for Austin that he had no choice but to transfer".
"And how do you feel now"?
"Like the biggest piece of shit in the world - like a big stupid lowlife" -
"The three Michigan boys looked at each other and then at their bound
prisoner. "Are you truly sorry - do you really have remorse for what you
did"?
"Yeah - I swear to you - the one thing I wish I could do is to make it up to
Austin. I know I can't, goddammit"..
"Would you apologize if he were here now"
"Oh man, I'd fuckin BEG him to forgive me" ......
Drew stood up and walked over to the toilet area, his big semi-erect dick
bouncing as he moved across the room. He reached up and pulled back the
privacy curtain, smiling as he saw Steve's shocked reaction to seeing his
former teammate standing right there.
Drew said "I think it's begging time, punk " ..... "Guys, I think it's time
to take a smoke break ..."
John said in a confused voice "But Drew, none of us smoke ..."
Tommy gave the big sophomore a playful slap on the side of the head ... the
light bulb finally went on inside the blond's head, and he joined his
buddies in moving towards the exit, leaving the Buckeye boys alone....
"So, we meet again ....."
"Oh fuck, Austin, I'm so so sorry ......
"Let me tell you something ... none of this wasn't my idea - the Michigan
guys called me out of nowhere. In fact they had to talk to me repeated times
to get me to come here".
"Why - I don't understand"?
"In a lot of ways I had put the fall of 1999 behind me, but those guy's idea
for this plot got me to thinking that I would have a chance to hear some
answers to some things I've wondered about"
"I am SUCH a fuck-up, Austin" .....
"Yeah .... you ARE - but maybe not in the ways you think".
"I don't know what you mean" Steve asked as Austin turned to walk over to
the desk.
"Wait a minute, let me get something".....
Steve's eyes widened with horror as he saw Austin turn around and unfold a
stainless steel hunting knine in his hands - and worse, Austin had an evil
grin on his face!!!.
"NO NO .... .OH GOD PLEEASSEEE ..... .DON'T!"
"PLEASE DON'T DO IT ..... ARGHHHHHH
Outside the room, the three Michigan boys were in the midst of a hot
three-way. Drew was enjoying the tasty jock sweat that lay between the big
smooth melons of John's oversized ass. Tommy was behind his former teammate,
in a perfect position that allowed the future Yankees third baseman to squat
and lower his hunky muscleboy hole directly onto Tommy's big hard-on. Drew
sighed as he got off on the simultaneous sensations of sophomore jock
asstaste and the feeling of his rectal walls being parted by Brady's big
rammer.
"Man, Henson, you're as tight as ever - awesome asshole on you, bro"...
"Yeah, I sure have missed your shaft".
Just then all three of the Michigan superstuds paused for a moment as they
heard the yells coming from the adjacent room.
"Think Steve will be ok?" John asked, loving the feeling of the NFL star's
wet probe digging deep up into his jockhole.
"Oh I think Austin has a cool head -I bet he's giving that numbnuts a
well-deserved spanking with his belt" Drew chuckled as reached up to stroke
his own big dick as Tom continued his assault on his hair-ringed pucker.
"ummmmm, damn, Navarre - one fuckin' tasty asshole you got there"
"Thanks, Tommy, I know - I stick my fingers up there all the time when I'm
alone"
"So do you think that Austin will forgive Steve"?
"I think so - he's cool and level-headed. But imagine if one of us pulled
the shit that Steve did..." Drew said.
"Think Bellisari's a closet case?" Tommy asked John as he got up off of
Drew's dick so that he could taste the blond muscleboy-anus he'd been
screwing just a few minutes ago
"Oh for sure" said John, causing the two older boys to look at each other.
"Hey, we covered this is Human Sexuality last semester" said the soph,
clearly happy when he saw his older buddies smile that knowing grin.
"In fact, Steve probably has a repressed love for Austin ...."
"Hey Freud Jr., very good, but Drew doesn't want to hear any more of that"
"Why?"
"Because if you're mouth is talkin, it's not suckin Yankee dick......"
"Hey Tommy, I have a better idea - as wet as I've just made John's hole, why
let all that saliva go to waste"?
"Sounds good to me, dude". Drew paused to let Tom pull his dick out of his
hole (loving the feel of the extra-big head "plopping" out of his pucker).
"You should see this, John - Tommy's dick has my assjuice all over it"
"Excellent - Tommy's dick will slide in real easy with Drew-Lube on it"
"You know, Navarre, sometimes you say some of the most incredibly hot
things"
"OK then, how about hurrying up and FUCKING my incredibly hot thing"
"Coming right up, big boy". Tommy wasted no time in sliding between those
big mountains of prime jock flesh, loving the sensation as he inserted all
the way into the gripping tightness of John's deep anus.
"OK Drew, I'm in - pick up the rear of this train"
"Yeah - move up a bit" Drew asked as he reached down to part Tommy's
incredibly round yet trim jock melons. The NFL boy's awesome cheeks bore a
distinct Speedo tan line - Drew knew that Tommy had to have going to a
tanning place because there wasn't THAT much sunlight in New England! No
matter - they looked incredible, the snowy whiteness contrasted against his
smooth broad tanned back, the lightest dusting of brown hair along the edge
of the MVP crack. Drew's wet dickhead slid up and down the furrow a couple
of times, then Tommy, not wanting to wait, reached back and aimed Henson's
missile.
"Push it up me Drew, hurry! Navarre's hole has me so hot I'm not gonna last"
"Got it up you, Tommy - YEAH! How' it feel?"
"As good as always, you big-dicked fuck -- pound that sucker! Use those
baseball player muscles!"
"Yeah - gonna fuck your NFL ass good - c'mon tighten it"
"Like that? - c'mon, squeeze it with that muscle butt, fuckboy - milk my
crean out of my nuts!"
"UMPHHMF ....."
John was incredibly turned on, both by the trash talk between his two older
buddies, and also by the fact that every time Drew thrust into Tommy,
Brady's fat tool ended up even deeper inside John's hole. He reached back,
making sure that his big buns were sufficiently apart so that Tommy could
probe in really deep.
Further cries from inside the cell room were never heard as the three
handsome stud jocks were lost in the buildup to their orgasms. John was the
first to lose it - the relentless sensation of Tommy Brady's big nuts
against his asscheeks, combined with his hero's fat dick way deep in his
jock anus caused the 242 pound sophomore to lose it; pounding his big shaft
over and over, his thick creamy sperm began to spray out of his huge
dickhead. At least ten big ropes of Big Ten blow landed on the ground, with
some of the slick semen ended up coating John's still-stroking long fingers.
John's super-gripping muscle hole, slicked with the coating of Henson
assjuice that Tommy had introduced into it, now began to spasm wildly. No
way could Tom withstand he double pleasure of Navarre's hole and the
powerful thrusting of Drew's massive jock prong. Tom bellowed in orgasmic
pleasure as he felt on the very edge of orgasm. Tommy felt like his dick was
inside a volcano; the contractions of the muscle asswalls was too much for
the Patriot star to stand. With a hard jerk of his nuts, copious wads of
Brady Blow bolted out of his Navarre-implanted fuckpole and deep into the
warmth of the big sophomore's insides.
And the best part of all was that, just at the exact time that Tom was
shooting his jock lava, he felt the hardest thrust of all on his backside as
Drew shoved his superprick as deep into Tommy as possible and left it buried
as he began to ejaculate inside Tommy Brady's golden boy asshole. The 6'5
baseball rookie continued to plow in between the tan-lines stud melons as he
shot, feeling Tommy's All-American jock anus overflowing with his jock
batter....
While the three Wolverine boys were recovering from their orgasms, Austin
couldn't the urge to laugh as he realized why Steve was almost hysterical.
"Will you hold still, already? If you don't, you may cut YOURSELF when I cut
your bonds"
"OH.... oh, um, OK .... I thought..."
"Yeah right, first you call me a steroid juicer, now I'm Freddy Kreuger too"
.....
"I didn't mean .... Oh shit, I guess I can't help myself, I'm such a lamer,
always saying the wrong thing"... as Austin finished cutting the last strip
of cloth that had formerly bound his right arm, Steve rubbed the place where
the bonds had been pressing against his skin. Then, suddenly aware of his
nakedness, he grabbed the only reachable covering, the pillow, and placed it
over his once again flaccid penis.
"Here" Austin stepped over to the desk and picked up Steve's t-shirt and
boxer briefs and handed them to the naked jock "it is a little cool in
here".
"Thanks - and I still don't understand how, even now, you can be nice to me,
after all the shit I pulled on you".
"It's because I understand - sort of"
"Huh"?
"Steve, don't you think I went through some of the feelings you described -
about wondering why I was attracted to dudes? The main difference between
us, I guess, is that I always knew. I dealt it at an early age and it's
never bothered me since".
"Oh - ok, that makes sense".
"And another reason why I can't be completely pissed at what you did is
that, to be honest, I was already thinking about transferring - even when I
was the starter".....
"OK, now THAT I don't understand"...
"Steve, I know you don't. Because from the time I got to knew you I relized
that you kept a lot of stuff bottled up".
"OK, that's fair. I already admitted it to the other guys"....
"But you see, even though as much as being the OSU starter meant t me, I
knew that I was in a bad place"
"How"?
"From football, that I was blocking you from a clear path to starting. I
think we were roughly equal in talent".... Steve nodded, but let Austin go
on. "And from inside myself, I realized that I was in love with you. And I
think that, even then I could have handled one factor, but not both. Plus,
although I loved the Big 10 as far as football went, the school part of it
was not what I expected - or wanted".
"You always were serious about your academics - you were on the Dean's List
here and at SMS, I read it in your online bio - congratulations"!
"Thanks. So, where do we go from here"?
"I don't know about the future - maybe the CFL, NFL Europe or switch
positions - hey if Scott Frost from Nebraska can change positions, so could
we ....."
"No, Austin, not football - I mean you and me".....
"I already heard you offer to apologize to the other guys - that's good
enough for me".
"No, you STILL don't get it".....
"Get what, Steve"?
"Did you hear about my dream - well, I still have dreams like that - even
when I wasn't drinking
"So, you're saying"...
"Well, I have to admit I'm as curious as hell about"....
"About kissing a guy"?
"About that - and more stuff - like the Michigan guys were doing"
"Yeah - like that - but, more specifically, with - with you."
"If I didn't know better, I'd think I was being propositioned".....
"Look - I'm nothing but a recovering drunk, a C-plus student, and a guy who
always hasn't thought about other people's feelings - but..."
"Go on"....
"I have something even the Michigan trio can't offer you - a totally cherry
butt. Want it"?
"Get naked, Stevie - show me your hole" Austin said, yanking down his gym
shorts and revealing his 9.5" thick jock dick to his about to be partner.
"I'm kind of big."
"Wow! I never saw you hard before"!
"You want to back out"?
"Not on your life, Aus - I'm through wasting chances".... both jockboys now
totally nude, Steve rose up and planted his lips on his onetime teammate. It
was, if anything, 1000 times better than he had imagined it would be when he
had replayed his dreams over and over in his mind - the sweet breath, the
firmness of their lips crashing together, and the wet tickling of the
thrashing tongues was pure jock bliss. Austin slowly maneuvered Steve back
onto the bed, climbing on top of the dark-haired stud and resuming the kiss
- although the pleasure was now accented by the fact that the two Buckeye
Boners were rubbing against each other. "Lift up Stevie, yeah like that - I
don't have any oil or lube, but let me show you something better..."
The three Michigan boys, who had dozed off after their previous sexual
exertion, were awakened by resumed yells from inside the cell room. The
interesting thing was, it was clear that both guys were yelling this time.
Tommy looked at his two friends, then moved up to the door and very quietly
opened it and stuck his head in. After a few seconds, he returned to his
buddies, a wide smile on his impossibly handsome face.
"OK, we give them about 20 minutes, then we join them..."
And they did....